Behind him, Jing Yanxi's shoulders were hunched, and he was holding a carnation that was almost squashed into a pancake. His delicate features were twisted together as he walked in with his short legs.
"Yanyan? Why are you crying?" Su Ruowan lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed when Jing Muchen glanced at her. She stopped and suppressed her anxiety. When Yanyan came up to her, the little guy pouted and said pitifully," Wanwan, these are the flowers I gave you…"
Su Ruowan took the flower that she couldn't tell what it looked like and placed it under her nose to smell it." It smells so good…" She smiled and looked at Jing Yan." I like the flowers Yan Yan gave me.""
Jing Yanxi's face was red, and her conflicted little face finally relaxed.
Aunt Qiao saw the little boy's pitiful look and quickly took a vase over." Little Young Master, put the flowers here. Maybe you'll recover to a beautiful state tomorrow…"
